Recalling My First Bleed
a pen and a pad is how it began
my life submerged onto some paper
as my soul bled thru black ink
not knowing of what to do or to think
it was as if my hand had a mind of its own
as if something in me had been unleashed
soon i stopped fightin and let go
and my ink spoke words that i didnt even kno
it screamed louder than i ever spoke
once a silent storm but now an earthquake
it was amazing to me how many people actually felt the earth shake
didnt know if i was jus speaking poetically or poetically speaking
theres a difference i know now
cause i realized after the breath i took after that first ink was done
that that previous battle of finding myself
just was won
Copyright © Monica Nealy | Year Posted 2010
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